that was interesting...
... and not nearly as crowded as i thought it would be.
situations that will not be mentioned here among many of my friends, livejournal and otherwise, need attention... so, anonymously, please just send a few extra happy thoughts up into the universe for consumption... 'kay? thanks.
so harry potter night was fun... wand-making was not nearly as neatly done as it could have been, and i've decided that all adults are fuckwipes. seriously. we had 500 little straws, 500 feathers, and 500 pipe cleaners. ergo, one straw, one feather, and one pipe cleaner per person. then stickers and glitter glue to one's heart's content. all the kids were beyond excited to have their one feather... but the adults? we say "one feather per person" and the adults look at us, smile sweetly, and proceed to take 6 or 7 each. WHATTHEFUCK?! augh. anyway. but there were some SERIOUSLY cute kids... there was this one little girl who looked over at me after i had helped her make her wand (she was maybe four), and she was waving it around, and looked at me with these blue orbs of eyes and said "my wand doesn't work! it doesn't have any magic!" and looked seriously distressed at this turn of events. i told her that she had to use her imagination, and those eyes widened and she said "i don't know how to do that!"... i think she just didn't know the word 'imagination,' at least, that's what i'm hoping... so i pulled her over to me and pointed her wand over at the photo booth, and told her to concentrate reaaaaaaaaally hard, and i helped her point the wand just as someone was taking a picture, and she looked so delighted that she had 'made magic.' seriously made my day. so i turned around, started helping someone else, and i feel this little poking on my butt... turn around, and there she is again, reddish-blonde curls drooping slightly from the heat... "i need help... i can't do it by myself!" and i showed her again, and told her she just really had to concentrate and believe she could do it... and she walked away, happily brandishing her wand. a few minutes later, her mom was dragging her away, saying "i'm so sorry... selective hearing!" as if it were a bad thing that her kid was trying to be imaginative. :\ gah. i really think my parents may have had the right idea, not letting us play video games and watch a lot of TV when i was little, telling us to read or play outside... we had to come up with our own fun, and oh what fun there was. but anyway... 'twas very cute. even if the air conditioner was out. which wasn't terrible until around midnight, when i was up at the registers, assigned to open boxes and put the books in the bags for the cashiers... yeah besides the cafe, the registers are the hottest part of the store... and with 400 some odd people cramming up through the store to try to get a glimpse... yeah. i was pouring sweat from very inappropriate places. but it was still a blast. loved, loved, loved it. :)
oh yeah, christopher's an ass. a few examples:
he was asking 'harry potter' trivia stuff, and one of the questions he asked was "what is the name for someone who can speak to snakes?" and the kid said "parseltongue" and christopher says nastily, "WRONG" and i just looked at his backside, and the kid's crestfallen face, and i told him the kid was right... and christopher looks at me, looks at the answer sheet (because he didn't know the answers... i'm surprised he even knows how to read), and said "it says here parselmouth" and i rolled my eyes and i told him that rowling uses the two somewhat interchangeably, the kid was right... christopher kind of sighed, and gave the kid his prize of a tattoo... uggh. what an ass. then later, at another round of trivia, he was asking the name of Sirius' house-elf, and some kid said "Kreacher," and christopher says, nastily once more, "NO." i looked at him again and told him that was right... he looked closer at the answers, and i said "it's spelled k-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, but it's pronounced like 'creature'" and he said, "oh" and did that little fairy-queen laugh of his, and pretended to be stupid. oh wait, he wasn't pretending. god. i really think that maybe, to ask the questions, one should at least be familiar with harry potter (or maybe even have read the books! *gasp*)... god. asshole. anyway.
let's see... other than that, it was cool... i haven't read the new one yet, and i don't want any spoilers about it... i've my suspicions about who dies, etc etc... and i won't post any spoilers either, and anything i talk about about the book i'll put under a cut for you folks :)
okay kids, that's about it.
situations that will not be mentioned here among many of my friends, livejournal and otherwise, need attention... so, anonymously, please just send a few extra happy thoughts up into the universe for consumption... 'kay? thanks.
so harry potter night was fun... wand-making was not nearly as neatly done as it could have been, and i've decided that all adults are fuckwipes. seriously. we had 500 little straws, 500 feathers, and 500 pipe cleaners. ergo, one straw, one feather, and one pipe cleaner per person. then stickers and glitter glue to one's heart's content. all the kids were beyond excited to have their one feather... but the adults? we say "one feather per person" and the adults look at us, smile sweetly, and proceed to take 6 or 7 each. WHATTHEFUCK?! augh. anyway. but there were some SERIOUSLY cute kids... there was this one little girl who looked over at me after i had helped her make her wand (she was maybe four), and she was waving it around, and looked at me with these blue orbs of eyes and said "my wand doesn't work! it doesn't have any magic!" and looked seriously distressed at this turn of events. i told her that she had to use her imagination, and those eyes widened and she said "i don't know how to do that!"... i think she just didn't know the word 'imagination,' at least, that's what i'm hoping... so i pulled her over to me and pointed her wand over at the photo booth, and told her to concentrate reaaaaaaaaally hard, and i helped her point the wand just as someone was taking a picture, and she looked so delighted that she had 'made magic.' seriously made my day. so i turned around, started helping someone else, and i feel this little poking on my butt... turn around, and there she is again, reddish-blonde curls drooping slightly from the heat... "i need help... i can't do it by myself!" and i showed her again, and told her she just really had to concentrate and believe she could do it... and she walked away, happily brandishing her wand. a few minutes later, her mom was dragging her away, saying "i'm so sorry... selective hearing!" as if it were a bad thing that her kid was trying to be imaginative. :\ gah. i really think my parents may have had the right idea, not letting us play video games and watch a lot of TV when i was little, telling us to read or play outside... we had to come up with our own fun, and oh what fun there was. but anyway... 'twas very cute. even if the air conditioner was out. which wasn't terrible until around midnight, when i was up at the registers, assigned to open boxes and put the books in the bags for the cashiers... yeah besides the cafe, the registers are the hottest part of the store... and with 400 some odd people cramming up through the store to try to get a glimpse... yeah. i was pouring sweat from very inappropriate places. but it was still a blast. loved, loved, loved it. :)
oh yeah, christopher's an ass. a few examples:
he was asking 'harry potter' trivia stuff, and one of the questions he asked was "what is the name for someone who can speak to snakes?" and the kid said "parseltongue" and christopher says nastily, "WRONG" and i just looked at his backside, and the kid's crestfallen face, and i told him the kid was right... and christopher looks at me, looks at the answer sheet (because he didn't know the answers... i'm surprised he even knows how to read), and said "it says here parselmouth" and i rolled my eyes and i told him that rowling uses the two somewhat interchangeably, the kid was right... christopher kind of sighed, and gave the kid his prize of a tattoo... uggh. what an ass. then later, at another round of trivia, he was asking the name of Sirius' house-elf, and some kid said "Kreacher," and christopher says, nastily once more, "NO." i looked at him again and told him that was right... he looked closer at the answers, and i said "it's spelled k-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, but it's pronounced like 'creature'" and he said, "oh" and did that little fairy-queen laugh of his, and pretended to be stupid. oh wait, he wasn't pretending. god. i really think that maybe, to ask the questions, one should at least be familiar with harry potter (or maybe even have read the books! *gasp*)... god. asshole. anyway.
let's see... other than that, it was cool... i haven't read the new one yet, and i don't want any spoilers about it... i've my suspicions about who dies, etc etc... and i won't post any spoilers either, and anything i talk about about the book i'll put under a cut for you folks :)
okay kids, that's about it.